Snippet #1705971

Storm stood by the chief listening to the instructions set out for the team.
He was relatively new to the team and was looking around the room to figure out who was who and what they were about.
He eyed every detail even meticulously neat this room was laid out.
In his mind he jotted down mental note after mental note.

Even though they were on his side Storm always wanted to know anything about those he was dealing with.
What hand did they write with?
How did they dress?
Were they gawdy or more conservative with their jewelry.
What as their body language like?
Any nervous ticks?
A movement of the hand, a slight bite of an upper or lower lip, anything could help him in gathering the information he felt he needed about everyone around him.
Storm was a born detective and what he didn't have at birth his father drilled him in repeatedly.
Showing him every tick or "tell" as he called them that every perp he ever interrogated had.
He was not always known as "Storm" either Mark started out getting called that name due to his often fiery temperment when he joined the police academy.
It was this temperment along with accidently arresting the mayor's daughter that got him fired from his former job and got him involved with this detective agency.

Storm piled into the car with everyone else taking the seat nearest the window.
He was shoved up against the door handle and his knees were firmly planted in the back of the driver.
As this man leaned waaaaaay too far back and Storm was too long legged for this particular arrangement.
Still he peered out of the window to the rain soaked city streets.
The puddles of water highlighted the street lights and some of the other lights on the buildings of this concrete jungle.
Why would anyone come here?
Why did he come here?
In his short time working even freelance he'd seen the worst of devils be praised as heroes and the most innocent of victims forgotten and tossed aside.
Left to rot laying in a gutter.
It had made him hard and a little leary of even those that worked with him but maybe that would change.
Then again this is Riverside, not Hollywood the odds were not in his favor.

As he snapped from his thoughts the taxi rolled to a stop.
A more than relieved Storm stepped out of the cab and held the door open for those that would follow him.
As he stood outside of the museum he felt the air get heavy and he could smell death in the air.